Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Deafening tranquility

Hush.

Do not speak to me in this lone moment of observation of deafening tranquility. It has been a long journey for me to reach this point. This point that will come and go, and not be noticed by anyone but me.

For this is the moment when everything is still. For an instant. And in this instant the decision that changes the world is taken. Because it could have gone another way. On another path. A path that we can only think and speculate about but will never get to see. What is done is done.

I am right here. Like I have been. Observing this din merge into harmony. Of everything seeming that it was supposed to be exactly this way. When it was not. It was not.

In another world, in another parallel universe this moment went the other way. On another path. On the path that we can only think and speculate about and will never get to see. But I can see it now. I can notice this point in time, which no one else can.

I can be in two places at the same time. It is in this moment of stillness that I travel from one universe to the other, to observe the paths fork and diverge into different directions. Into different lands. Into different worlds. I can see both of them at the same time, but only to a point. After which, I must choose. I must choose whether I am going to get carried away by seeing what could have been or float back to what is.

79 comments:

I am taking this very literally and just in that vein - Not many moments come like this simply because on many occassions I don't allow myself to think "what if"... its just that these moments get lost somewhere, pushed away by my own mind .... too scared and somewhat rueful at times to even savour such a moment. But when you can find the beauty of it, its priceless.

you write beautifully. and your thoughts are even better. so unlike mine. your thoughts flow like smooth cream on butter, mine are like jagged icicles, shooting abruptly. do visit my blog at teerathyatra.com. :)

It is a difficult choice......esp if you can visualise the diverging paths and the emerging patterns of the alternates. Sometimes....it is better to not foresee.....to let go the inherent desire to speculate amongst your options.....As it doesnt hurt that much to have not known than it would if you had. But you are your own judge. So good luck !!

Such clarity of the mind while viewing this fork in the road. It must be a special moment to merit such a stellar experience. It would be even more amazing if it was a routine moment, and you saw the beauty in it.

What a lucid, stream-of-consciousness profundity! How smoothly you convey your thoughts and emotions!

Especially, I like:

"It has been a long journey for me to reach this point. This point that will come and go, and not be noticed by anyone but me." The intimacy of our own thoughts!

"For an instant. And in this instant the decision that changes the world is taken. Because it could have gone another way. On another path. A path that we can only think and speculate about but will never get to see. What is done is done." Makes me think of Robert Frost's "Two Paths." The profundity of choice.

"Observing this din merge into harmony." What a wonderful way of expressing the confluences that come out of choices.

I like how the last paragraph discusses the dilemmas that come from temporary indecision.

Wow, there are so many things I can say, but I'll start with: I usually have a problem reading thick text (no paragraphs) but this one carried me all the way through... concluding with the beautiful deafening silence where I let you decide.

That might sound arrogant, but you really carried me away, giving me an active role in your decision making.

wow...the pic is so beautiful and wot makes it so very perfect is the way u link that pic with ur words...its absolutely amazing!!!...a single priceless moment...when life seems to coem to a standstill...where everything suddenly becomes crystal clear...when u know the options so very clearly...and u want to hold on to thia moment...ths moment that no one else can understand coz they dont feel it...they dont see it...beautiful work!!!

I've been essaying and I've missed so much, this made me hold my breath but for shear colour and pajentry I love the last post the immages between the verses remind me of how the mind flits a wonderful poem

I had virtually committed blogicide, stopped writing my old blog (jemfinch) and stopped checking other blogs as well. But yesterday, I got back to doing this again and yours was among the first few blogs I looked at, and it is as good as ever. I am scared I will ruin things by making a comment about your post.

Once again you've woven polar spaces of convergence and divergence. It would be intriguing to find out whether or not there was a youthful event which triggered your tendency (I've also got a bi-polar fixation when it comes to imagery, but haven't yet located the defining moment, if in fact there is one).

.:a:. - how does it feel to have all these people say such amazing things about the words that come from within?Poetry could be such a private thing, to share it in this public way is so brave. To have your feelings validated muct be fantastic.I can never say what I really think about your writing, my words never really touch how I feel about it.

Nicely done. Strangely enough, this post makes me think about what it must be like to actually possess "middle knowledge" or comprehend the realities that hang on the hinge of a choice. As Gandalf says in the LOTR, "Not even the wise see all ends." Only God does that.

Whichever path you choose, let it be the one with scented jasmine and plumeria, may it be filled with the rich scents of cumin and cardamom, may it be washed with the colored water of Holi, may it seep into your history and the history of the world as the pomegranate seed melts onto your tongue with deafening tranquility.

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There is a magic in the air that permeates through the very soul of my existence. There is a stillness in the night that floods my senses beyond my imagination. There is a madness inside of me that overflows in everything that I create. There is a past behind me that is overcrowded with memories that drain me out.